In front of him was a small round table with a plate of delicacies, tea and wine, and he picked up the teapot and drank it to the spout.

Thinking that she was going to be knocked down in the next moment, she was so excited that she trembled, at this time, it was like an inflated balloon was pierced with a hole, and it quickly deflated, and she was wet, and in just a moment, it was leaking a huge amount of vitality.

After drinking all the tea in the pot, the fire in his heart decreased slightly, and his reason finally came back slowly. I found myself wearing a special dragon robe for the special festive period, and I was silly happy in my heart, I am now the emperor...... Uh, it's me!

A conversation rang out outside the door.

"The slave maid has seen Concubine Li!" The voice was sharp and feminine, two typical eunuch voices.

"Hmm. Your task is complete, go back, they will do it for you!" A young girl's voice, he automatically made up a picture in his brain, a young but strong girl paper behind her hands, pretending to be serious.

"This ......," the two eunuchs hesitated.

"What nonsense?" Sister Paper directly picked up people, and then arranged: "You guys are guarding the door now, no matter who it is, as long as you get close to get rid of them!"

"Yes!" the two female voices responded.

The door was gently pushed open, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl crept into the room with her chest hunched over.

She quickly closed the door again, and sighed, so nervous.

Clenched his fist and swung it in front of him, with an expression of vowing to defeat the Great Demon King and save the princess.

The new emperor stood not far away, dumbfounded, and at this moment, there was no obstacle between the two sides.

The little sister paper lowered her head and focused on looking at the road, well, when the table legs are in front of you, there should be a table in the way, go around the ...... Stool legs, and then wrap around ...... Ah, how come there are still two human legs?

The little sister looked up in a daze, and the face of a big man was close at hand, looking at herself with a strange and rare look.

The little sister screamed "ah", took a step back, and seemed to be puffing up her anger as if to say, "This person is good or bad, deliberately scary", the new emperor was completely speechless, and said in his heart: "What is this tease for? Is it a special preparatory program for the royal wedding night?"

This sister paper has grown up after a few years of not seeing her, and she doesn't have a brain.

Thinking like this, he still greeted with a smile, looking like he had met again after a long absence: "Xiaoli, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Xiaomei paper felt that she was insulted, the round bun face, people couldn't help but want to bite, at this moment she was even more angry, staring at bright big eyes, and said: "Who is Xiaoli, who are you called Xiaoli!"

The new emperor said as a matter of course: "I heard someone call you Concubine Li!"

The little sister opened her mouth to argue, but in the end she only "hummed", and then her eyes rolled and she looked at the new emperor scrutinically: "No, have we met, do you know me?"

She stared at the smiling face in front of her, the more she looked at it, the more familiar she looked, the more she hated it, and gradually, an image in the depths of her memory coincided with the person in front of her, and the little sister was stunned, with a frightened face, and shouted: "Sister, the new emperor is not a good person." It's that baddest, baddest little kid, little silver thief, he's got his revenge!"

"Little brat, little silver thief?!"

The new emperor was about to have a seizure, and he was still thinking about whether to round or elongate the face of this bun, when he saw a delicate fist flying towards him.

Then he felt his nose sour, his tear ducts loosened, his brain clouded, and tears flowed down.

Came vigorously and flew high, far on the ground.

After completing the great cause of killing three emperors in a row, the new emperor was so proud that he couldn't help himself: "Come again!" At this moment, he remembered the running in the sunset, the innocent oath of yesterday.

......

That was six years and six months ago, when Zhang Qiming was thirteen and a half years old.

Half a year ago, suffering from the fierce backlash of dragon energy, he formulated a new plan. He first completed the text creation of "The Secret History of Spring Boudoirs", which has great enlightenment and educational significance.

Then, he was looking for a collaborator.

It turned out that Zhang Qiming was a wretched person who didn't dare to go out and was afraid of seeing the living, no one outside the house knew him, and he was not worried about his identity being exposed. As for hiding from Wei Sanbao, it is easier, it can only be said that the Hou Mansion is too big, the old man is too busy, and there are seven in the back door of the huge Hou Mansion.

Even so, he can't stand in front of the stage. Therefore, a trustworthy collaborator is too important.

The huge interests involved in the future, he wants to hide the identity of Xiaoyaohou, he is too young and alone and has no tiger skin to borrow, for the sake of insurance, the money-making plan would rather be covered to death than entrusted to a non-person......

It is normal to limit such a demanding task, and it is normal to fail to complete it.

After a long and huge amount of searching, day and night analysis, a name broke through the blockade and appeared in the final candidate, and then he was ready to make a historic first meeting.

That day was exactly six years, six months and six days ago.

He got ready and walked into a down-and-out studio in the middle of the city.

Mo Danqing, the ninth grandson of the painting saint Mo Daozi, who sent the painting genre of the Gongbi lady to the highest hall of art, entered the heyday of the painting saint Mo Daozi because of the painting, and the art masterpieces emerged in endlessly.

The Mo family has successively given birth to three grandmasters, eight masters, and all painters in the world claim to be "Mo's disciples".

But success is also by it, defeat is also by it, a hundred years later, the flow of women in the pen is extremely prosperous. The decline of the Mo family also began from this, one generation was not as good as the next, and by the time of Mo Danqing, there were no more "Mo disciples" in the world.

Painter Mo spent half his life studying and creating, and then invited his peers to display dozens of well-created masterpieces.

Then, he tragedy.

Originally, it was just a nameless name, and suddenly it was infamous all over the gods. The nice ones call him kitsch, and the ugly ones call him obscene.

Zhang Qiming also went to see it, and there was a thought in his heart, Mr. Mo, let's draw illustrations for "The Secret History of Spring Boudoirs".

It's simply amazing, the sister paper in the painting is dignified, or gentle, or elegant, or cold, or brilliant, or smart, at a glance, harmonious!

No edges, no ambiguity, the characters are well-dressed, except for the slender ten fingers and a face, nothing is revealed.

However, as long as you look at the painting, a miracle happens, the person in the painting seems to be alive, flying into the eyes, into the brain, the character is still the same person, but it becomes monstrous, which can make the finger twisting soft instantly become a hundred steel.

This pen is a bit big.

He had heard of similar things in his previous life, and it seemed to use the principle of human vision, such as a picture of a bad old man who would see a beautiful woman after looking at it for a long time, and so on, compared with the painting in front of him, this can only be regarded as an entry-level level.

One step ahead is a genius, ten steps ahead is a madman.

Painter Mo, you have been delayed by this era!

The best thing is that Mo is not short of money. The decline of the Mo family is in the art world, not in the financial world.

A painting saint, three grandmasters, eight masters, dozens of mainstays, a hundred years of glory, all the painters in the world are disciples, white-clothed nobles, higher than the emperor's noble qualifications, talking about the Mo family.

The artist Mo let a group of healthy servants and beautiful maids call for wind and rain in the financial world, and he is stubborn in the art world alone!

runs his own studio, vows to eat with his hands, and the servants and maids live in mansions and eat delicacies, and he eats bran every day.

"Talent, this is!" Zhang Qiming felt that God treated him well, and he could even meet such a person.

Talking about money? That's an insult.

I'm going to talk to him about a dream!

......

At the same time, two other people also came to the studio.

A girl in men's clothes, next to her was a little girl who was only half a section tall, and a little radish head with a small bun face.

The little girl held the corner of the girl's waist with one hand, and said, "Sister, what is the women's hospital?"

The girl said: "Where women learn knowledge, accumulate wisdom, and learn from each other." ”

"Is it difficult to be a women's hospital?" the little girl asked again.

"I don't know, no one has done it before...... Why do you ask this?" the girl asked.

The little girl said: "I heard you talking to Daddy Yao last night, Daddy Yao is such a good person, I was angry when I saw him for the first time."

At that time, you also said that you would swear that you would never marry for the rest of your life. Daddy Yao is going to jump up and beat someone, it scares me to death. ...... Don't girls have to get married when they grow up?"

The girl was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "What do you little girl know...... And, there are things that have to be done. Isn't it just for people to solve difficulties!"

The little girl sighed, unable to understand the heaviness and firmness of the girl's heart at the moment, and asked: "What are we going to do with Master Mo?" A few days ago, I heard someone scold him, saying that this person is very bad, saying that he is not right. ”

The girl explained: "Daddy allowed me to run a women's hospital in the school palace with conditions, and after three years, I will see the effect, and if the effect is not good, it will be canceled."

No matter how many plans there are, there must be a teacher first, and now there is nothing in the women's hospital, and my little woman has no basis for her words, how difficult is it to invite a famous teacher?

Although Master Mo is now criticized, he has real skills, and it is more than enough to invite him to teach painting. ”

"Oh, what else does the women's academy teach, and who else do we invite?" In her heart, her sister is omnipotent, and it is a sure thing that Master Mo will go to the women's courtyard.

The girl smiled bitterly in her heart, she thought so, and it was up to her to say whether the painter agreed or not. I can only say that I have to do my best.

"Why is there no one?" the two entered the shop, there were many pictures of ladies hanging on the four walls, the shop was empty, the girl called twice, no one answered, and then heard a faint roar from inside, she couldn't help but take a few steps in curiosity.

The studio is divided into two parts, the inside and the outside, which occupies the largest area and is a place for business and exhibition. There is a small room inside, with a coffee table and a low stool, which is a place to rest.

A narrow corridor crosses out to the left, and there is a room on the left and right at the end, and the girl guesses that it is where Painter Mo sleeps and paints.

The door of the room in the back is ajar, and from where the girl stands, a small half of the long case can be seen, some materials are stacked at random, and the back of a young man is hidden behind the door.

“...... Master Mo, do you know why no one cares about your studio?

It's because you haven't done a good job of positioning, your customers should be those young people who are strong in blood, those young people who are **** but full of fantasy, and those old people who have no courage and money to spend, not those fake seriousness full of art. Your paintings are just making them nosebleeds, and you say it's rubbish.

Moreover, you are not bold enough, you are not bold enough, you have to express your heart, you can't be too subtle. The young man is straight-minded, you have to get straight to the point!"

"How many times have I told you, I'm a work of art, a work of art...... My works are for people to appreciate and appreciate, not to satisfy the imagination of young people with nosebleeds...... You get me out, get out!"

Master Mo roared, feeling insulted.

"Painter Mo, I misread you, you don't even understand this, and you dare to talk about art. With your realm, no matter how exquisite the technique is, this life will be like this!"

The duck voice of the young man during the voice change period was full of disdain and contempt.

"What do you say, you explain it to me!"

Painter Mo was furious, grabbed the collar of the young man with both hands and shook it vigorously.

The young man was very calm, and waited for Master Mo to calm down before he said: "There is something to say, there is reason, your anger can only reveal that you are indeed at the end of your rope!"

Painter Mo is panting like a cow, angry!

But he still had to hold back and say, "What's the reason, you say!"

The girl who was eavesdropping outside thought that this young man was too bad, but she was also curious, listening to the sound of a young man who was only twelve or thirteen years old, what truth could he say?